I’ve been procrastinating, so technically it will be tomorrow for me when I publish it, but that’s merely details. Thank you for all the nice responds I’ve gotten. Tips and ideas are always welcome!
Who really cared about the trigonometry of the world, she certainly didn’t. Soft knocks on the door woke her from the hate trans she’ buried herself in. 12:08, lunch was passed and she hadn’t even noticed. Odd, it was usually the first thing that crossed her mind while studying. “Com’on, it’s pizza! First ones there gets the best pieces. Move!” A little shocked by the yelling and sight of everyone running past her door, she automatically put on a hoodie and followed quickly. “Dude, why didn’t you get me earlier? Now we’re only going to be left with the side slices.” The school rarely had anything even similar to fast food. Seems like today was special. “Sorry, I didn’t know. What were you doing anyway? I tried to text you earlier.” Checking her phone she found the message. “Sup? Bored.” She looked at her friend, skeptically. “Really? ‘sup’? What are you, 14?” “Hey, I was really bored OK? Theories here, theories there. Why does everyone have to write down what they think all the time?” Fist in the air, she silently mimicked a curse at someone upstairs. “Relax, Cat, if old men didn’t write, what else would they do in boring ancient Greece?” A friendly hit on the shoulder and the subject was dropped. The cafeteria was packed, to say the least. Back of the line they went and enjoyed the small of fresh pizza.
They couldn’t find any seats outside, so they sat down on the grass. “Any plans for tonight?” Cat asked, with enough curiosity to get an actual answer. “Not really. Josh is persisting to meet, so I’m going over to his place. How about you? A new club to raid?” Little was quite as amusing as teasing friends. “Ahaha, you’re so funny,” and she dropped the fake laugh, “that was once. Can’t you let it go?” The annoyance was clearly visible in that tan face. It was that kind of neutral tan, where the friends didn’t look like ghosts in comparison. “You singlehandedly causing the police to show up? Face it, that’s never going cold.” Cat gave her the half-smile of defeat before finish her slice. “Fine. Back to our boring old men’s writing then?”
Catherine Brook was a fine specimen of odd friend. She’d make the strangest connections and come up with the most fascinating ideas, it was no mystery she aced class discussions. It didn’t make her popular, outsmarting her classmates, but she seemed fine nevertheless. Quality, over quantity. Unless it was an essay. They had found each other on ground zero, the library. The school was famous for its vast collection of books on the creative arts. Looking for the same book they started discussing the author’s theory. Like always Cat had a good understanding of the book, but this girl wasn’t backing away, she was fighting against. She didn’t agree, and she rarely has ever since.
That’s all for now.
I was actually writing on a different passage, but it didn’t seem like the right timing, so I’m saving it. I’m really struggling with names, but Cat was the closest I could get at the moment. I might change it later, so don’t get too attached to it. Do you have any suggestions on the name of the main character? Which names would suit her?